Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1

Max Dorsey never imagined he’d wake up under a woman in a woman’s bed. Brielle snagged his collar and planted a wet kiss on his neck, ensuring she left a telling mark before releasing him.

“Morning, Uncle Max.”

After the greeting, she leaned in for a passionate good morning kiss on his lips.

Max’s hair was a tousled mess, his hawk-like eyes narrowed slightly, and he chuckled, his hand playfully squeezing her neck. “Brielle, you’re quite bold.”

Taking him for a ride, she certainly was bold.

His grip tightened.

Brielle’s face turned a deep shade of red as she flashed him a charming, breathless smile, “Life is too short, better make every moment count, right?”

Max paused, a frosty glint in his eyes as he let her go and reached for his clothes.

“Uncle Max, where are you off to now?”

pick out a

dilated, and she looked away sheepishly, “You’re really funny,

stood nearly six-foot-three, an imposing figure with a black rosary bracelet giving him an otherworldly air. He was the Dorsey

smile in his eyes. His wrist bones were tense, and his dark eyes, slightly lowered, were

licked her lips, “Is there also a coffin? It looks like you want to preserve my whole body. Should I say thank

I

audacious woman. A few specks of ruthlessness surged in his eyes. His long finger lifted, tilting her chin

most stunning in Beaconsfield. Describing her as breathtaking wouldn’t be an exaggeration, but

to

you are generous

rather a delicate and soft air, her expressions softening her features just

his grip on her grew firmer. He tormented her until she winced in pain, his other hand

touch of the black rosary bracelet against her skin made her tense up.

“Can’t Spencer satisfy you?”

Brielle’s

Spencer had been caught in bed with her best friend, and

What a delightful game!

you, there’s nothing untoward between your nephew